ᶻz ◜🍥jossa🌸 ◞ 𖦹 @peachysweetjossa - Tumblr Blog

GROUP DYNAMICS ୭ ᵎᵎ 🧁૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა

TEEEH KALURKEY SA FOCUSSSS Ganahan ko sa ilang game kay na capture jud ang ilahang topic. What I noticed about the game is that gamay lang nga butang sa usa ka member kay ma among jud ang tanan which was very fascinating for me to realize on the more nga maghuna huna ko ani na facilitation. Kadaog pajud mi! Oh diba, over sa final girl?

With this last activity, I would like to take my time as well to provide my gratitude to our wonderful teacher nga si Miss Barbara Grace Zerda. Yes, full name kay para makahibaw jud ang tanan. I can't help but be touched over all of these activity since last night pa and looking back, I thought at first when I was still a freshman nga it would just be a boring and normal class. Boy, was I wrong. It really made my student life as a Third Year more meaningful and colorful. It healed me in a lot of ways—not only sa akong mga friends and classmates, but also sa akong kaugalingon.

Thank you kaayu Miss Barbz, sa tanan tanan. Sa companionship, sa guidance, sa everything. You're not only a wonderful teacher, you're a teacher nga dili nako makalimtan. I deeply know nga mahinumduman gihapon tika even in my 40s and 70s. No, dili jud sya o.a miss HAHAHAHA C3 is lucky to have you, Miss. ♥

Once again, thank you. I'm closing this chapter with a full heart and a bright smile.

Sayonara juseyo~

#social psychology #group dynamics/influence

HELPING ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

Honestly, it was a very informative out of all facilitations I participated. I can now save lives due to it! Can you believe that? And there were so many misconceptions that were debunked. It helped me grow as a person in its little but huge way.

Participating on how to conduct the aid myself was fun as well. O.A lang akong pasyente dapat daw di matandog iyang kilay hahahahaha i love you, sam!

It was a great day (kay niadto man kog Otaku Festival after this with Jaja yoippeee ♥)

#social psychology #helping

PREJUDICE AND AGGRESSION ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Looking like a pocketful of sunshine kay naminaw ko ana sa klase so maka-answer rami despite me looking like there's no coherent thought inside that head hahahaha ♥ Nakita pa yung bardagulan kasi eiii

It was a great faci like nakatan-aw jud kog Frozen balik tungod sa mga clips ila gi show HAHAHA ♥

#social psychology #Prejudice and Aggression

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ CONFORMITY AND OBEDIENCE FACILITATION To be able to pull off this facilitation and provide smiles and memories to our classmates was really fulfilling. They were so creative, lovely, and full of life! It was such a core memory that day and I'm glad I have these lovely people with me nga ang main reason nganong successful jud ang Paint The Picture. Ad Astra Abyssosque!

#social psychology #conformity and obedience

Welcome to The ShekSy Podcast! 🌸

Where Shekky and Sassy will talk about Group 3’s facilitation over our Social Psychology activity with our guests: Fredric, Nicole, Rovy, and Elynnah sharing their overall views and experiences uhuh yes i ♥

#Attitude and Persuasion #YouTube #Youtube

Counterfactual Thinking for P2 kasi wala sya sa faci dahil may sakit sya 🙄 #FomoNako

After my P2 exam, grabe, my brain would not shut up. Like literal replay mode siya. I kept thinking, “What if…?” over and over again.

What if I studied earlier? What if wala ko nag-procrastinate? What if I didn’t change my first answer? What if I was more focused that week?

Most of my thoughts were upward counterfactuals—imagining how it could have been better. And while it sounds productive, it lowkey hurts. Because the more I imagined the “better version,” the more disappointed I felt with the real one. Murag I was competing with a version of myself that doesn’t even exist.

At some point, I had to ask myself: why am I this affected? And I realized—it’s because I care. If I didn’t care about my grades, about improving, about proving something to myself, I wouldn’t be overthinking it this much. But caring also comes with pressure. And sometimes, that pressure turns into self-blame.

I noticed how harsh I can be with myself. Instead of saying, “Okay, you did what you could,” I say, “You could have done more.” Instead of acknowledging that I was tired or overwhelmed, I invalidate it. Murag bawal mapagod. Murag dapat always best version.

But counterfactual thinking also has a purpose. It shows me where I want to improve. It tells me, “Next time, start earlier.” “Next time, trust your preparation.” It becomes helpful when it turns into strategy instead of self-destruction. Because if I let it spiral, my frustration becomes my doom. I’ll keep replaying, keep blaming, keep comparing myself to a hypothetical perfect version. And that’s unfair.

The exam is done. What’s not done is who I get to be in the next one.

#socialthinking

Reflection: Facilitating Social Thinking and Judgments

Facilitating our activity on Social Thinking and Judgments was not something I experienced from a distance—I lived it. Ironically, on the day we were assigned to guide others through concepts like attribution, first impressions, and cognitive biases, I was physically unwell. My body felt heavy, my head throbbed, and my energy was low. Yet, I showed up. While facilitating, I caught myself making silent assumptions too. When someone seemed distracted, my first thought was that they were not listening. When someone answered confidently, I assumed they understood deeply. But the lesson itself reminded me about the fundamental attribution error—that we often attribute others’ behavior to personality rather than situation. Just as they could have misjudged my tiredness as laziness, I could have misjudged their silence as indifference.

Being sick during the facilitation forced me to confront how much we hide behind appearances. I had to push through discomfort to maintain composure, smile, and lead discussions. In that moment, I realized how often we underestimate what others are carrying. We judge the visible performance without knowing the invisible struggle. Social thinking happens instantly, but understanding takes effort.

#groupfaci #socialthinkingandjudgments

My Pre-Med days Corkboard! 🍎

This is my first time doing a corkboard edit so please bare with my editing skills. I really love how it turned out though! With that being said, let's procced to the main topic of this post ♥

Pre-Med Days had me locked in and glowing.

Running the Promotions booth as a leader was pure chaos in the best way with music, noise, laughs, quick thinking, and straight-up teamwork. The energy was LOUD, the vibes were right, and my group showed up like we meant it. Everyone knew their role, everyone put in the work, and somehow everything just clicked. No awkward pauses, no dead air. Just movement, engagement, and confidence.

I loved seeing our class pull it off together. It wasn’t perfect, it was alive. The booth was fun, engaging, and full of personality, and people actually stopped, interacted, and stayed. That’s when I knew: yeah, we did that. periodt. 💅🔥

#PreMedDays #Social Psychology

Such a busy and hectic week for Social Psychology, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I learned a lot, may it be emotionally and mentally, especially on how I have to treat our peers.

Kakayanin lahat. Daghan kaayu kog na learn, daghan pud kog nasuwat sa akong devotional writing ni Papa God tungod sa reflections and I wouldn’t want it any other way!

#WhatGoesUpMustComeDown #group dynamics/influence

redstonedust

normalize being dogshit amateur at your special interests and hyperfocuses. no more autistic savants. yes i am very into that topic no i am not good at it. we exist <3

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 2/05/26 Essay: A very controversial and personal take, but I need to bleed this out over my pen.

I help more than I act and I can't stay with this fact any longer. Let me be even more vulnerable than the writing I had in my past blogs. When conflict arises, my instinct is not to fight, but to smooth things over. I listen, I adjust, I compromise. I become the bridge between people, the quiet mediator who absorbs tension so others do not have to. In many situations, this has kept the peace. Arguments end faster, misunderstandings soften, and relationships survive. On the surface, it feels like I am doing the right thing.

But over time, this pattern has started to backfire.

What I did not realize before studying helping behavior is that prosocial actions are not always selfless in a healthy way. Sometimes, they are driven by fear—fear of conflict, fear of rejection, fear of being seen as difficult. I help because I want peace, but I also help because I want to be needed, valued, and seen as good. In doing so, I often silence my own needs. I act as if my role is to understand everyone else, while trusting that someone will eventually understand me. Often, no one does. No matter what you do, if people are fixed on viewing you sa kung unsa ang ganahan nila i-view sa imoha despite all your help and genuinity, dili ka ka-control ana and it is what it is. I learned that in a very hard way and found out that yes, that is all okay and it is not my fault at all and I will still be safe and loved despite everything.

Peacemaking has taught me patience, but it has also taught me exhaustion. There are moments when my willingness to help becomes invisible, taken for granted rather than acknowledged. I give emotional labor freely, yet I hesitate to ask for the same in return. When I finally feel overwhelmed, the frustration turns inward. I question why I am tired when I chose to help, why I feel resentful when I tried to keep things calm. In this way, my kindness becomes a quiet source of hurt.

Social psychology helped me understand that helping behavior is influenced by norms—especially the norm of social responsibility. I feel responsible for others’ emotions, conflicts, and discomfort. I step in before being asked. I fix before anyone notices something is broken. But I am learning that responsibility should not erase reciprocity and helping should not mean disappearing.

What I am slowly realizing is that true peacemaking does not require self-sacrifice to the point of self-neglect. Peace that costs one person everything is not peace—it is imbalance. Helping others should not mean abandoning myself. I, too, should be accounted for. My feelings, limits, and exhaustion deserve the same care I give so easily to others.

This reflection has taught me that helping is most meaningful when it comes with honesty. Sometimes, the bravest form of peacemaking is saying no, setting boundaries, or allowing conflict to exist without rushing to fix it. I am learning that I do not have to earn my worth through constant giving. I can still be kind without being consumed. In the end, I still believe in helping and peace. But now, I believe they must include me. I am not just a mediator, a listener, or a quiet supporter. I am a person who deserves care, too. And perhaps real peace begins when I allow myself to take up space, not just make space for others.

#GanyanTalagaAngBuhayBaks #SoftRaKaykoForThis

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 1/31/26 Essay: "I am not a violent dog, I don't know why I bite.

Prejudice is not always loud. It is not always obvious. For the longest time, I thought it was. I thought prejudice belonged to people who openly judged, excluded, or attacked others. But as I learned more about it in Social Psychology, I realized that prejudice often lives quietly—in small assumptions, in fleeting judgments, in thoughts I hardly notice about others… and sometimes about myself.

I catch myself doing it, and it scares me. Judging someone based on how they look, where they come from, or the life they lead. Feeling distant from someone before I even know them. These thoughts are fleeting, but they are real, and I feel the weight of them. The irony is that the more I try to control them, the more they echo inside me, like a reminder that I am not as free from bias as I’d like to believe.

Even more painfully, I recognize how prejudice has seeped into how I treat myself. I judge my own life because it doesn’t fit the timeline I see others living. I compare, I criticize, I feel like I am falling behind. The frustration I feel at society, at others, at their judgments, often becomes my own doom. It burns me from the inside, twisting longing into shame. My impatience with the world mirrors the impatience I hold for myself. My anger toward unfairness is loud, but it lands hardest within me.

This understanding made me realize how dangerous unchecked prejudice is. It is a quiet violence, subtle yet consuming. It shapes relationships, decisions, and even self-worth. The more I resist it, the more I feel it pressing back, reminding me that no one is immune. My frustration, my yearning for fairness, and my inability to accept what I cannot yet change all become a cycle—one that punishes me while I try to navigate a world full of invisible judgments.

Yet, amid the heaviness, I also learned that awareness is a kind of hope. Knowing that prejudice exists within me gives me the chance to confront it. It gives me the chance to choose empathy over assumption, patience over judgment, understanding over anger. It reminds me that while frustration may be my doom if I let it fester, it can also be my teacher if I listen. If I let it guide me, I can unlearn biases, repair broken connections, and practice kindness—toward others and myself.

My doom is not inevitable, and my heart, though often restless and aching, can learn to see beyond labels, both in the world and within myself.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 1/29/26: Conformity and Obedience

I honestly thought I was someone who usually thought for myself. I believed that I made decisions based on what I wanted or what I thought was right. However, after discussing experiments like Asch’s and Milgram’s, I realized that I have conformed and obeyed more times than I would like to admit.

I remember moments in school where I agreed with my classmates even when I felt unsure. Sometimes it was during group discussions, sometimes it was about opinions, and other times it was simply going along with trends or behaviors because everyone else was doing it. Similar to what happened in Asch’s conformity experiment, I did not want to stand out or be judged. Even when I knew something felt wrong or inaccurate, staying quiet felt safer than being the only one to disagree.

Obedience became even more relatable when I thought about my experiences with teachers and other authority figures. There were times when I followed instructions even when they felt unfair or unreasonable, simply because I was taught to respect authority and not question it. This reminded me of Milgram’s obedience experiment, where participants continued to follow orders not because they wanted to harm others, but because they believed the authority figure knew better. As a student, I realized how easy it is to shift responsibility and think, “I’m just following the rules.”

What stood out to me most, however, were the people in these experiments who chose not to conform or obey. These individuals had the courage to speak up, even when it made them uncomfortable. Thinking about this made me reflect on moments when I could have voiced my opinions but chose silence instead. It made me realize that being unique is not about being loud or different on purpose—it is about being honest with yourself and standing by your values, even when it feels scary.

Learning about conformity and obedience helped me understand that these behaviors are not signs of weakness but natural human tendencies. At the same time, being aware of them gives me the chance to pause and think before automatically agreeing or obeying. As an adult, I am still learning who I am, and this lesson reminded me that growth comes from questioning, reflecting, and sometimes choosing to stand alone.

It was such a long week for us students but we survived! The SocPsych defense was errr.. at least it’s over??? 😭🤚 Laban lang! ♡︎

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 1/17/26: Just got done having a meeting with group my memebers!

⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙⟡⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙⟡⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙⟡⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙⟡⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙⟡⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙⟡⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙ Meeting was lowkey productive 😭 Everyone actually contributed, ideas made sense, and we didn’t just stare at each other in silence.

Group meeting summary: ✨ brain cells activated ✨ conformity exposed ✨ obedience caught in 4K Overall productive and we ATE 😌

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 1/15/26 Essay: On Fears and Future

⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙⟡⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙⟡⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙⟡⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙⟡⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙⟡⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙⟡⋆˚✿˖°𐙚⋆˙

Fear, for me, is not loud or dramatic. It is subtle, persistent, and internal. It manifests in overthinking, self-doubt, and the constant need to anticipate outcomes before they happen. I fear failure, disappointment, and the possibility that I am not enough despite how hard I try. Yet instead of expressing this fear, I mask it with productivity and control. I convince myself and others—that I am good and okay and fine. In reality, I am surviving more than I am living.

One way this fear reveals itself is through my tendency toward counterfactual thinking. I constantly replay scenarios in my head, imagining how things could have gone differently. If only I had studied harder. If only I had spoken up. If only I had made a different choice. These “what ifs” follow me even after an event has passed, making it difficult to rest or feel satisfied. Rather than helping me improve, this type of thinking often deepens regret and self-blame. It traps me in a cycle where the past feels heavier than the present and closely tied to this is my illusion of control. I like to believe that if I plan enough, think enough, or worry enough, I can prevent negative outcomes. Control feels like safety. When things go wrong, I assume it is because I failed to manage something properly, as if every outcome is entirely my responsibility. This belief gives me a sense of power, but it is also exhausting. It places unrealistic pressure on me to micromanage life itself, even when many factors are beyond my control, and that I am more cruel to myself than they are to me.

What makes this internal struggle more complicated is my attitudinal complexity. The fact that I can hold conflicting traits and emotions at the same time. I can be kind and resentful, confident and insecure, disciplined and self-sabotaging. I want to succeed, yet I fear the expectations that come with success. I care deeply about others, yet I sometimes withdraw when I feel overwhelmed. These contradictions make me feel inconsistent, as though being both “good” and “bad” means something is wrong with me.

Learning all of these in SocPsych gave me a fragment of answer to the questions I have: Humans are not simple or singular and they are wonderfully complex as it is. We are shaped by internal processes, social expectations, and situational pressures. Understanding this has helped me realize that my complexity does not make me flawed—it makes me human. My fear does not cancel out my strength. My moments of weakness do not erase my capacity for growth. The pressure I carry does not define me, even if it affects me deeply. Still, acknowledging this does not automatically make the pressure disappear. There are days when the front feels too heavy to maintain, when the illusion of control slips, and fear takes over. On those days, I am reminded that pretending to be okay is not the same as being okay. Perhaps true strength lies not in constant control, but in allowing myself to be uncertain, vulnerable, and imperfect.

In the end, I am learning that I do not have to choose between being strong or fearful, good or bad, in control or overwhelmed. I can be all of these at once. My complexity is not a contradiction—it is a reflection of the psychological reality of being human. And maybe, accepting that is the first step toward easing the pressure that has been quietly killing me.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 1/10/26 Essay: Stepping Out of the Imaginary Spotlight

There are a lot of things that I learned about Social Psychology this week but two things stood out the most inside my heart—The Spotlight Effect and The Illusion of Transparency. I once lived as a maladaptive perfectionist, constantly believing that my actions, mistakes, and emotions were always on display. I moved through daily life with the assumption that others noticed everything I did and could easily see through my internal struggles. Learning about the spotlight effect and the illusion of transparency helped me understand that much of the pressure I placed on myself came not from reality, but from distorted perceptions shaped by perfectionism.

The spotlight effect explains the tendency to overestimate how much others notice our behavior or mistakes. As a former maladaptive perfectionist, I often felt as though even the smallest misstep—pausing too long before speaking, making a minor error in schoolwork, or stumbling over words—was magnified in the eyes of others. I replayed these moments repeatedly, convinced they defined how I was perceived. Looking back, I now realize that most people were focused on themselves, just as I was. The spotlight I felt so intensely was largely self-created.

The illusion of transparency further reinforced my perfectionism. I believed that my anxiety, insecurity, or uncertainty was visible to everyone around me. If I felt nervous, I assumed it showed in my expressions and tone, making me appear weak or unprepared. This belief led me to overcompensate—overpreparing, suppressing emotions, and striving to appear composed at all times. I expected myself not only to perform perfectly, but to look confident while doing so. This unrealistic standard left little room for authenticity or self-compassion.

These two cognitive biases worked together to sustain my maladaptive perfectionism. Because I believed others were watching closely and could see my inner flaws, I avoided failure at all costs. I equated mistakes with exposure and vulnerability with weakness. Instead of motivating me to grow, perfectionism restricted me. It kept me trapped in constant self-monitoring and fear of judgment, limiting my ability to fully engage in both academic and social situations.

Recognizing the spotlight effect and illusion of transparency marked a turning point in my growth. I began to question my assumptions and notice how rarely I scrutinized others the way I scrutinized myself. This awareness helped me release the belief that I needed to be flawless to be accepted. Over time, I learned that mistakes are not as noticeable as they feel, and emotions are not as transparent as I once believed. Letting go of these distortions allowed me to replace self-criticism with understanding.

Now, as a former maladaptive perfectionist, I approach life with greater balance and grace. I still care about doing well, but I no longer measure my worth by the absence of mistakes. Understanding these psychological concepts helped me step out of the imaginary spotlight and into a more compassionate relationship with myself. In accepting imperfection, I found freedom—freedom to learn, to grow, and to exist without the constant fear of being seen as anything less than enough.

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

ᶻz ◜🍥jossa🌸 ◞ 𖦹